A/NPHEW! ***Wipes sweat dramatically*** ***breaths sigh of relief*** ***drumrolls***We did it, people! We actually did it! This chaotic, bloody, dramatic masterpiece is DONE!!! 🥺Well, book one at least (you didn’t think I’d leave you hanging forever, right? Right? 🔪).Let me take you on a little ✨behind the scenes ride✨So, picture it in your head. July last year, I had this FIRE idea and started writing like a possessed woman, got through fifteen chapters, and then… life said, “SURPRISE! SURPRIIIISEEEE" (Y'all know that TikTok sound, right?)Cue the health problems, medication mountain, AND final exams trying to murder me in cold blood. Oh, and let’s not forget the ghostwriting hustle for clients because, you know, medical bills don’t pay themselves.Fast forward to January: school came back swinging at me in full force, work piled up, and guess what? This poor book baby got shoved into a dusty corner of my drafts.UNTIL (In Ray William's voice. You know that TikTok guy that mo
Juan’s blood ran cold.He almost froze in place, but he couldn’t afford to when everything was literally hanging by a thread. Hastily, he snatched his radio from his pocket and began to bark out orders, trying to keep his voice from cracking. For the first time in more than twenty years, Juan could feel tears stinging the corners of his eyes. The enemy was closing in on him, and he was actively losing control on the situation. With one arm, Juan hauled Arya’s limp body higher against his chest, her head lolling weakly against his shoulder. His other hand gripped his gun tightly, firing off at the enemy rapidly. He ran out of bullets and hastily tried to reload his gun as fast as he could while his men covered for him. Several were badly injured. The car that had Belle had the tires destroyed by the number of bullets embedded in them. Luckily it was bullet proof, but he could still hear Belle's muffled screams. Bullets whizzed past his ear, one grazing his shoulder. He hissed thro
The men were all gathered downstairs in a room, waiting for Juan. He had taken a quick shower and then rushed downstairs.A large table stood at the centre of the room, filled with sketched out maps of the alleyways around, guns were on the table, crates of weapons and bullets stacked at the corner and men leaning against the edge of the table, murmuring to themselves. The moment Juan walked in, the room quietened and the all looked up at him. "We've been waiting for you," Hernandez said to Juan pointedly with a look that said: no time to waste. Juan nodded and clapped his hands for everyone's attention to be drawn. "I am sure you all already gave heard that Giuseppe Rinaldi is back in town.""Well aware sir," they all murmured. "Good," Juan said, his gaze sweeping across the room. "First things first, we need to get the female staff to a safe house and of course, Donatella, Bella and Arya.""Problem is we don't know which safe houses has been infiltrated by Giuseppe already," Hern
They climaxed again together, panting against each other."I could do this everyday of my life with you, only you," Juan murmured against her ear. She smiled, and then looked up at him. She's had a thousand and one questions ask him because she was not sure where they were going with this. Did he want to move forward with this? Perhaps want a relationship with her? How could she even be comfortable with it when he always made it clear that she was owned. "What's going on in your head?" He asked her in a soft voice. "What's going on in your head?" She asked back, raising her brows at him. "Ladies first," he smiled. "Tell me first, and I'll tell you.""Well, I'm thinking about what's going on in your head," she told him with a wry smile. He gave a sigh, realizing he was going to tell Arya the real truth sooner or later. He had even agreed to stage a kidnap of her with Dominic because he did not know who Giuseppe was using to monitor him.He would have to temporarily keel Arya with
She was going to have to admit it to herself that she was falling for Juan in ways she could not understand.What was it about the arrogant man that had held her captive that captivated her?How had he managed to charm his way into her pants when they barely had conversations together? Was it the way he was so effortlessly cocky if the way he said sweet nothings and made her feel special. "What's wrong, mio angelo?" he asked, pulling her closer to him.Arya didn’t answer right away. She remained still, her cheek resting against the steady rise and fall of his chest. Her fingers moved slowly across his skin in lazy, aimless circles absent-mindedly, like she was trying to commit the shape of him to memory. “Nothing,” she whispered, almost too quietly to be heard. The word came out shaky, caught on a breath that didn’t land right, and though she tried to sound casual, her voice betrayed her. There was a crack in it that was dmall but impossible to ignore.The truth was, she felt too mu
He pulled back and watched her tremble, aching for more.Everything around Arya was hazy and the only thing her brain could focus on was getting more pleasurs from what Juan was doing to her, but it seemed like he preferred to watch her ache for more and like he loved hearing her beg. "Please," she cried for the hundredth time, chest heaving up and down. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, teasing her clit until her body arched up, desperate for more. Every moan, every tremble of her thighs made him go slower, like he was savoring every reaction, memorizing the way she came undone under his touch."Angel..." he murmured against her heat, the sound vibrating through her body. “So fucking sweet.”She gasped when he sucked harder, her fingers tangled tight in his dark hair that she was so sure if she let go, a handful of.it would come off his scalp. Her legs shook, her back arched and just when she was teetering at the edge, he pulled away.“Juan,” she breathed, dazed. “You ca